ReadGoodAt first, all | wanted was to tease him a little, just a playful bite. But he flipped the script on me, pullingin
close, capturing my lower lip with his, leavingfrozen in shock, daring not to push my luck further.
He didn't advance any further, though, and soon letgo.
| could swear I caught a hint of a smirk on his lips, but then he turned around, handinga cup of warm milk,
saying, "A bit of milk might keep the dizziness at bay."
He placed the milk in my hand, his tone carrying a hint of warning as he added, "Don't try challenging a man's
patience too much."
With that, he was gone.
| was flushed with embarrassment, wishing | could just hide under the covers.
He knew | was deliberately provoking him, and even though he seemed to enjoy it, he still warnednot to
push his limits.
What boundaries, anyway?
The moment he left, | scoffed. Wasn't | here just to push his limits?
But then, my phone buzzed with a new message.
"Up for a challenge? I'm game."
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Barefoot, | dashed out of the hospital room, scanning the area for any sign of him. He must be nearby; how else
would he know | was challenging him?
But instead of finding her, | was met with Max's dark scowl.
Before | could even greet him, | was suddenly airborne, hoisted off my feet and plunked back onto the bed.
"Thought you were dizzy? No wandering around."
He was holding a bag of glucose IV.
He hadn't left; he was preparing to givean IV.
"I don't do needles," | protested, thinking about the boredom of lying in bed waiting for the IV bag to empty.
"Afraid of needles?" he queried, a frown creasing his brow.
"I'm a surgeon; how could | be afraid of needles?" | retorted, my voice tinged with nervousness.
But in the next moment, he was securing my arm with a tourniquet.
"Then don't cry."
Watching his proficient movements, then eyeing the large bag of glucose, | felt an inexplicable sadness.
"Max, it's going to take forever. Can't you speed it up?"
"Nope."
As expected, the stoic and aloof Dr. Hilton wouldn't letoff easy.
"You're not respecting your patient," | surrendered to the situation, feeling the cold liquid start to seep into my
veins.
He ignored me.
"Max, why did you beca doctor?"
My question seemed to pause his actions for a moment before he replied, "Because | like it."
| scoffed inwardly. Yeah, right.
"So, do you like me?"
| expected at least a moment's
hesitation before his answer, but et
without even a glance, he
responded, "I don't like my patients. It's a rule."
His mental fortitude was truly admirable.
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When he finished the IV, Richard cback, startled to see the IV bag in my arm, almost dropping the thermos
he was carrying.
"Dr. Hilton, is my sister's condition serious? Why does she need an IV?"
Max glanced at me, remaining silent.
| shrugged at Richard, saying, "Dr. Hilton probably thinks | have
delusions about him, decided to cure
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my brain with sIV therapy."
Richard shot an awkward look at Max, then scolded me, "Stop talking nonsense. Whatever Dr. Hilton does is for
your best."
I smirked, knowing Richard got that Max was just being Max, not shero to look up to.
"I'm hungry. Getsomething to eat. But since I'm hooked to this IV, who's going to feed me?"
| said it just to stir the pot.
Richard, with a light chuckle, opened the thermos, "Dr. Hilton, | apologize. My sister's been spoiled rotten by me,
a real princess syndrome"
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